We all have souls of different ages

There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.

Reporting the extreme things as if they were the average things will start you on the art of fiction.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.